Title: Extreme Master
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Gokudera, Ryohei, mentions of Yamamoto and Hibari.
Word Count: 530
Warning/s: None whatsoever.
Summary: Ryohei is and will always be the Extreme Master. Bunch of drabbles about Ryohei.
A/N: Ryohei is just lulz. He's awesome.
Disclaimer: If Katekyo Hitman Reborn was mine, there would be no Kyoko, I-Pin would have a more prominent role and Tsuna would have had a good kick to bring him back to reality.
Lunchtime in Namimori Middle School was a mostly quiet event, due to the prefects ever attentive vigil. Pupils were permitted to talk quietly in the canteen, but not to yell, not to make too much noise and not to create a mess. And, because of the fear instilled in the hearts of most of the students by Hibari Kyoya, everybody followed these rules to the letter.
Everybody followed these rules, but there were always a few exceptions. Generally these exceptions were a loud bomber, an even louder boxer and occasionally, an ever-cheerful baseball player.
That lunch, the boxer, named Sasagawa Ryohei and the bomber, otherwise known as Gokudera Hayato, were sitting opposite each other on a table, surprisingly quiet. Well, it was surprisingly quiet until Ryohei stood up, eyes wide and mouth open in an expression of enlightened horror.
Gokudera frowned at him. "Sit down, idiot. I really don't want to see what you're eating."
Ryohei stared at him, mouth still open. "G-Gokudera….H-h-hayato…" he whispered.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Turf-Head?" the said boy scowled, putting his sandwich down.
"Y-y…YOU'RE A GUY!" the boxer yelled, pointing at Gokudera, drawing the attention of the people in the canteen, a few grins from the boys and tuts and sighs from the girls.
"What did you think I was?" he glared, hands already twitching, desperate for the feel of dynamite and teeth grinding tightly.
"But….your hair is so long and girly, and you're so thin and you have no muscles TO THE EXTREME!" Ryohei said, still staring at Gokudera.
Gokudera glanced around at the crowded canteen and sighed. It would be too dangerous to attack the idiot there. And he was hungry. He looked down at his barely eaten sandwich and growled. Standing up and grabbing his plate, he walked to the exit.
"Oi! Octopus-head, where are you going?" Ryohei yelled after him.
"Away from you," the shorter boy snapped. "I'm not sure if stupidity is contagious, but I really don't want to try it out."
"Who you gonna eat lunch with?"
"There are other people, stupid," Gokudera spat, the remark about him looking like a girl obviously annoyed him a lot.
Ryohei shrugged, and sat back down. He had become used to Gokudera's insults and snappy retorts, but he had a vague feeling he'd done something wrong.